He lifted Xiao Qinghe onto the bed and covered him with a quilt, then turned around and left the room with a complex expression on his face.
Su Qingyue tugged at Tao Meijiao's sleeve, "Let's go."
Tao Meijiao was worried about Xiao Qinghe, "You all go back to your rooms, I... I want to stay by Qinghe's side tonight."
"Meijiao, fourth brother will be fine..."
"Even if I went back to my room, I wouldn't be able to sleep."
"Then suit yourself," Su Qingyue also left the room.
Tao Meijiao sat by Xiao Qinghe's bed, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away the tears on his face.
"Wife..." Xiao Qinghe murmured in pain in his dream, "Wife... don't... leave me..."
Tao Meijiao's hand stiffened; she naturally knew that the wife Qinghe referred to was Su Qingyue; tears welled up in her eyes, "Xiao Qinghe, do you know? I, Tao Meijiao, am also a proud young miss of good family. The things I want, the man I want, I'm sure to have them too!"
